Tuoba Yangyu was very patient.
Today was the day of his duel with Lin Hao, and he had arrived early at the same spot from five days ago.
Even after waiting for several hours, with Lin Hao nowhere in sight, Tuoba Yangyu's expression remained unchanged.
He stood quietly with his eyes closed, like a stone statue.
But a closer look would reveal two streams of white energy flowing from his nostrils.
The two streams of energy were ever-changing, at one moment forming a dragon, the next a tiger...
Tuoba Yangyu was not the only one in this state.
A thousand meters away from Tuoba Yangyu, several young Martial Artists sat in meditation, positioned in various spots.
They, too, had similar streams of energy flowing from their nostrils.
This was the Upper House of the Heaven-Breaking Pavilion. Everyone here was a one-in-a-million genius!
This continued until, at a certain moment, Tuoba Yangyu's eyes snapped open. The other young Heaven-Breaking Pavilion disciples did the same.
